Dog-eared from
thumbing,
and smudged
but not sage,
Mys Teary
intrigued.
a suspect blend
of
smoking guns,
pop-up’s,
and crumpled tissue,
there was no digital equivalent–
just limited edition
hard cover
written backward like Da Vinci
–the epilogue a ballad
and pro?
a timed crescendo.
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